Originally Posted by warrior:
Originally Posted by Django:
Originally Posted by Jay Bharrat:
That's a believable story. The Burnham days were days of fear and gnashing of teeth.
I remember helping my relative to fetch car tires from the seawall to their house at Crabwood Creek during the dark of night.
You sit down to eat a meal and you are committing several offenses against Burnham's laws on unaccustomed/banned goods.
Burnham's curse had the unintended consequence of creating a Tapir town in top side.
That is like getting arrested for eating sardine and bread
i am from West Dem never had that experience,i had some
good friends and acquaintances at all levels whom i can rely
on,i was a radical not afraid of no one.
good for you
warri i never back down,challenge some big strong
black individuals i am 5'7" was 140lbs and fit.